Thursday, April 28, 2005

The sweetest thing

I've been officially "rehired" at The Daily Orange. Say hello to next year's head copy editor. :-D I'm really excited about the new position, and the possibilities of what I can do with the section. I can't wait to meet and work with my new staff!

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Michael Owen is still #1


Liz/Jordan/Ivan/Jeff/Jeremy/Steve: 410 (Winding Ridge Rd., that is)
South Campus: 1

(...and this is basically the extent of my Photoshop abilities...;-P)

Monday, April 25, 2005

Monday, you could fall apart

I'd like to take this time to bring truth to the rumors of my return to Germany. It is true; from May 21 until June 5, I will be visiting Bad Segeberg, my second hometown, after a long, nearly 3-year absence.
As you can imagine, I'm incredibly excited. My 4th host family, the Kossens, will be taking me in for the two weeks I'll be there. There'll be so much to do. As I think about it, I can already envision that house perfectly -- my room in the basement, the back porch, the kitchen, the living room with the fireplace and record player, the backyard with the trampoline, the little TV room where we played chess and war and watched TV and the news and eat Haribo candy -- and my mind just drifts back there, as if I was really there. Sitting out on the porch late at night in early summer watching the sun set, jumping on the trampoline with my then-8-year-old sister Cara, eating Doener, Sunday mornings eating Broetchen with Nutella in the dining room, going to East Germany for a bohemian-style wedding on a field on a farm where I spent the night sleeping in the hay in a loft of a barn, attending a relative's 50th birthday party and sleeping in his basement after "throwing the rules out" and drinking wayyy too much wine, watching my host father Klaus and my male host cousins smoke a fat cigar. God, I miss that family. They seem really excited to have me, as well, and offered to pick me up/drop me off from/at the airport in Hamburg.
This flight should be interesting, especially because, on the way there, I get on at JFK and land at around 6am in London, then around 8am I'll fly to Hamburg, where at 10am I'll arrive.
Until the 21st, I'm busy finishing up the semester at SU. The end of my freshman year is coming to an end, and it's hard to believe that it's already almost over. Still, it's also hard to believe how much has happened. I've met so many people and done/seen so much -- it's hard to believe how many people I'll meet next year.
I'm almost completely certain that Jordan, Ivan, Steve, Jeff, Jeremy, and I will be in apartments on Winding Ridge (South campus) next year, right alongside Paul, Dickie, and RJ. It's going to be an interesting sophomore year, especially considering I'm just as certain that I'll be head copy editor at the DO next year. That means even later hours and a staff of three assistants in my charge. Of course, a lot of the old staff will also be around for even more wild nights. Add to all that a 15-credit courseload, and you'll have a pretty interesting fall 2005 semester, I'm sure.
Well, I've started my philosophy paper, which is due next Monday. Technically, I could work on it over the weekend, but we all know how productive weekends are for the average college student. I'm going to do it a little at a time. I did the first page-and-a-half today. Maybe later I'll do some more. This week I'll be busy studying for two exams (arts and ideas II and psychology), working, and possibly starting my 5-page psychology paper, which I'd (ideally) like to start next week, though I don't know how possible that would be. It's due next Friday, so there's still time. I have a knack for producing better work when there's a week or less before a paper or written assignment is due.
26 more days until my return...
The change will come; the change is here.
Love fades out, then love appears.

Now my water's turned to wine,
And these thoughts I have
I now can claim as mine.

I'm coming home.

Change has been what change will be.
Time will tell, then time will ease.

Now my curtain has been drawn,
And my heart can go
Where my heart does belong.

I'm going home.

-- Collective Soul, "Reunion"

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

If you believe they put a man on the moon...

First class, fancy free --
She's high society.
She's got the best of everything.
What could [I] ever really offer?
She's perfect as she can be --
Why should I even bother?


- Tal Bachman, "She's So High"
No, I'm not a lesbian. I meant it in a different way.
I feel like my wet spell of raining men has ceased. Now I'm in for a long stretch of desert. I don't feel like I'm that girl who gets the guy anymore. Have I ever really been?
I straightened my hair today for the first time in a long time. Maybe I should do it more often...
This weekend's going to be a blowout on South for Ivan's (belated) birthday party. It'll be fun.
I'm getting more and more excited about living on South next year (that is, if we get it -- please!). It'll be me and Jordan in our own two-floor apartment with lots of room. Next to us will be Ivan and Jeff, then Jeremy and Steve. Down the road a bit will be Paul, Dickie, and RJ, so we'll all be together again. The old crew...let the good times roll. There're so many more experiences left for me to record in my mind...This book I want to write is going to (hopefully) kick large amounts of ass.
What they call 'love' is a risk,
'Cause you'll always get hit out of nowhere
By some wave and end up on your own.

- Brand New, "Play Crack the Sky"
You write such pretty words,
But life's no storybook.
Love's an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt...

- Bright Eyes, "Lover I Don't Have to Love"
First comes love and then comes pain...
Let the games begin.

- Pearl Jam, "Love Boat Captain"
I don't feel like my days are very productive anymore. Normally I end up with a long stretch of time in which I have nothing to do. If this were last semester, chances are I'd be working on a story for the DO. I don't really mind not having them that often anymore, but at the same time I enjoy seeing myself in the paper. It's just such a time-consuming wild goose chase every time I do have to write one. Is it worth the effort to get my name in the paper? I might say so.
So I'm definitely applying for head copy editor at the end of the year. Elyse is applying for management and might as well get it, so that leaves her position open. If I get head copy editor (which I have good reason to believe I will, being as no one else wants the job), I'll probably end up getting three new assistants, most likely sophomores who haven't worked for the DO before. It'll be interesting being leader of a section. Maybe my sights on a position in management for later on in my career aren't that unreachable after all. Who knows?
It's times like these I believe in horoscopes. Right now my career plans are blooming and my love life is in the pits. Before, when my love life was the most prevalently successful part of my life, I was unsure of my ability in my career...Strange.
I should write more. Just write. Stream of consciousness, poetry, stories -- just to write, get it all out. Since I'm not really that good at drawing, writing will have to be my outlet. Well, hasn't it always been? I just feel like I haven't been writing as much as I used to. Reading's the same way. Maybe that's just because I haven't had time, though.
Planning for Germany...
Too low to find my way;
Too high to wonder why...


- Thievery Corporation, "Lebanese Blonde"

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Hotter than a lava popsicle

So I helped Finley record some stuff for the DO...it's on www.dailyorange.com under the Pulp(TM) section.
As for that, I have videos that Jordan took of Ivan of his fireball...on the first one, you can hear my (cackle-ish) laughter in the background.
Fireball #1
Fireball #2